Thankful

It feels so cliche to write a post about it. But as someone who struggles daily with the anxiety and depression roller coaster, I just feel grateful. And Thanksgiving seems to amplify that this year.

I'm grateful for Myka who taught me how to love and be loved and to always be myself.

I'm grateful for my Bs. Who taught me joy, patience and insanity. All rolled in one.

I'm grateful for my family, especially my mom, brother, gramma and poppy. Who taught and continue to teach me about who I am and where I come from.

I am grateful for my dear friends. The ones who have become family and sisters. The ones who have taught me that it's ok to be imperfect, to fall and that they will always be there.

I'm grateful for my health. After Bryson's birth and recovery (which I promise I will finish blogging one day), I didn't know if my body would ever bounce back to my "normal." Not only did it test me physically but all my limits were tested emotionally and mentally as well. And I'm lucky that my dark moments didn't stay like they did during that time.

I'm thankful for our beautiful home. A roof over our head. Food on our table. A well paying steady income. The opportunity to stay at home with my loves.

I'm just so thankful. Blessed. Happy. And thankful.

We may not have it all, but together we have everything.

Happy Thanksgiving.

From our home to yours.

 

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